CHAPTER NINETY - NINE - HEARING A VOICE THAT SPOKE FOR THE PACK.

It felt like a sucker punch, or something more worse. Mateo's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the revelation. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, unable to breathe. He stood from his seat and began to pace around the kitchen, trying to calm himself down. If he didn't, he knew he would grab Beta Ramirez by the collar of his shirt and punch him to hell. Except he couldn't do that. At least, not while Rafael was sitting right there. He could punch him in his absence and then he would try not to punch him to hell. Doing that would feel like a betrayal of what he and Rafael had shared. Had been through together all these years. They knew? They had known he was the perpetrator and yet... Yet they had given him what he wanted on a platter of gold. This had to be some sort of joke or something. He turned to the older man still sitting on the chair and his eyes fixed on Beta Ramirez's solemn face. "No... You... You are kidding me, right?" Mateo stammered,